HAHA frontpage here we come!

mmmm boddingtons pub ale.

YAAAAAAAAYYYYYY ! just got home (half cut ...please excuse typing) check my new shiny pink pointy crystal carbon thingy. so proud it's really quite sad....mind you i have spent an awful lot of time on this site. so fuck my paranoia and fuck the haters

I LOVE THE SIFT ...

thanks for all your kind words.

*raises flagon*

TO THE SIFT

*downs ale and passes out*

Oh yeah, this place is the shizzle. You can rent parachutes and jump off the top.

They have servants that work out for you and if you don't like the view from your room, they change the weather. (How do they do that)?

The toilets are filled with ginger ale and the bathrooms have 24 carat bidets and shampooed swan necks to wipe with.

One time this guy in one of the many, many restaurants said, "My fish is undercooked," and they like yanked the chef out of the kitchen and executed him on the spot.

Food is a very big deal...they managed to hire John Cleese as a chef (7:23) against his will.

I "borrowed" a solid gold towel upon leaving and much to my surprise, my mistress said the Arabic writing on it read HOLIDAY INN. Ha ha ha!

I feel that if you are going to view this video you must first shower, as you must be clean to experience this wonderous motel.

HAPPY NEW YEAR fellow sifters, siftettes and siftons.

Hope you all have a wonderful 2007. My prediction is that I will have a headache tomorrow morning. Freakin Guru eh?

See you all in 2007 *raises flagon of ale*

Wow, same here, couple hundred days laters, grew up with it , then later, perfected a recipie given to me by a devotee of the mistique...sure enough, you'd eat mine, with dark bread, good sharp English cheese and ale, and you will release the dream juices,- hypothalamus shuffle!

some good lines in there.

i could also go for some fuckin ginger ale right about now.

Ich have nevir heard of thys gentil yclept Bill Bailey, but he is mooste humorous in his tale of dronken revelrie.

"Three fellows wenten into a pubbe,
and gleefully their hands did rubbe,
in expectacion of revelry,
for twas the hour known as happy.

Great bottles of wine did they quaff,
and hadde a really goode laff,
'till drunkenness held full dominion,
for 'twas two for the price of one.

Yet after wine and meade and sack,
man must have a massive snack,
great pasties from Cornwall,
Scottish eggs, round like a ball.

Great hams, quail, duck and geese,
they sucked the bones and drank the grease.
One fellow stood all pale and wan,
for he was a vegiterian.

Yet man knoweth that gluttony stoketh the fire of lechery,
upon three young wenches round and sly the fellows cast a wanton eye,
One did approach with drunken wink,
'allow daaahlin – you fancy a drink?

Soon they court them on their knee – 'twas like some grotesque puppetry,
such was the lewdness and debauchery 'twas like a sketch by Dick Emery,
Except Dick Emery is not yet born,
so that comparison may not be drawn.

But then the fellows began to pale,
for Quale are not the friend of ale,
And in their bellies much confusion,
from their throats, vile extruision!

Stinking foul coruption,
came spewing forth from drooling lips,
the fettid stench did fill the pubbe,
'twas the very arse of Belzibubbe.

Thrown they were, from the Whore and Trumpet,
In the street, no coin, no strumpet,
homeward bound must quickly go,
and to that end, a donkey stole.

Their hands all with vomit greased,
the donkey – was not pleased,
and threw them into a ditch of shite,
they all agreed – "what a brilliant night!"

This guy is totally bonkers. I watched Tupac's documentary and Tupac said that Mike Tyson and him were the same person, and shread the same heart for the world. I couldn't believe it.

Am muslim and I can't believe what the hell he just said. The line he says Assalium Ale Kum means Allah greets you, which is like a formal hello. Unbelievably.